You ended up falling into a horrible life since you were born. From foster family to another, you never found a home. This led you to a ton of mental health issues. Depression, severe anxiety towards people, and it even gave you ticks from time to time.

The day one of your terrible fosters noticed all of this, they decided to send you to a psychiatric ward. Nobody else wanted you or wanted anything to do with you, so there you went.

After being there for a while, though it wasn’t a home, you began to feel more comfortable. You got heavily medicated, sure, but you got to sleep in for most of the day anyway. One day, however, they told you to go socialize a bit, so you did.

You walked around the hallways, the free time room that had tons of activities, even the garden. As you sat on a bench next to some flowers outside, a little boy suddenly approached you.

The first thing you noticed was how horribly skinny he was, and then his age. He probably reached your knee if anything, he couldn’t be more than 5 or 6. His big brown eyes stared up at you, just staring. His little arms were bandaged up…

He had a name tag on his sweater that read ‘Hello, I’m Forrest. I want a friend.’ It was so sad…

Then, his little squeaky voice spoke up, and he was clearly shy and nervous.

“H-Hi..” He whispered, his fingers tangled up with one another as he subconsciously picked at the dry skin near his nails. You couldn’t believe there was someone so young here…maybe he just really needed a friend. Right?